Ryan woke up next day morning feeling like shit. He's gone to sleep while crying. The effects are showing now which are headache, little snout and soar throat. He wants to stay the entire day in his room but he has work. Feeling down he started getting ready for the day and went down.

There his mother met him with a tired smile. "How are you feeling today?" he greeted.

"Better"

'Liar' he thought. He can easily spot the tiredness in her voice. He didn't voice out his thoughts though. He went to preparing breakfast as if he believed her. With in half an hour he made breakfast for two, had it and is out of the house to the bus stop.

When he reached the bus stop, he couldn't find the old lady. This is the second time she was absent. In the past three months she never missed the bus. 'Her routine might've changed like mine would from coming monday he thought and went to sit on the bench.

He noticed the same man still shaking his legs up and down sometimes side to side. He glared at the man before taking his seat on the bench. His glare worked only for five minutes before the shaking began. He isn't in the mood to argue rather yell at the man. Ryan did his best to ignore him before their both buses came and departed.

That day was normal for the boy working, taking care of his mom as best as he can while ignoring her or rather ignoring the thought. It seems his mother lied to him about her health in the initial stages and thought it was better to break the news during the summer. It was chaotic at first. He didn't believe her. He couldn't. His father died in an accident when he was a kid. It didn't affect him much as he was just a kid. His mother tried her best to take care of her only son. She is a strong woman, anyone in the whole neighborhood or known her for sometime would attest to that.

Lost in his thoughts he reached home, did his work and went sleep while crying like past 3 months.

Wednesday morning, he is feeling grumpy. It's like he is a pregnant woman and his mood swings are like hell at least they change from day to day than every few seconds. He got ready to work, greeted his mother, made sure she ate and started for the day.

"Ryan. Breakfast" his mother called out him while he is at the door.

"Sorry mom. Not feeling it today" he heard a sigh of disappointment after that and quickly scrambled off the house in the fear of seeing that look on his mother's face. In his entire 17 year old life he never gave the opportunity to be disappointed in him to his mother. He could take if she is angry but not when disappointed.

Today the man seemed to not there to irritate him. That lifted his spirits up just a tad bit. He was about to untangle the mess of a earphones while the bench moved indicating the arrival of someone. He didn't turn to see who it is though as the unmistakable shaking of the bench soon followed. His already irritated mood is reaching it's peak, the tangled earphones are not helping the situation either. He could control himself only a few more minutes before he lashed out on the man.

"Do you have a dildo up your ass or something?" he asked angrily while standing up and walking a few feet to stand there. He would stand entire day before having to face that nuisance.

'It's a public property. Don't they have common sense to be considerate of people?'

'I hate those kind of people'

'I hate it when people disturb me when I am minding my own business' Ryan was thinking about all the things that he hate while trying to bring down his anger which isn't helping much at the moment.

The man seemed to be taken back at the sudden outburst of the young boy. He wanted to apologize for his behavior and ask the young boy as he knew his habit of nervousness sometimes seemed to bother others. Before he could even get a word out of him, his bus came and he went on his way.

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It is friday, the last weekday of his summer holidays and workdays as a waiter. 'I should start searching for a new part-time.' Ryan thought while walking to the bus.

He saw the man getting into the bus and yelled out to him.

"Mr.Dildo!"

The man froze for a second and turned to the young boy who was running towards him.Ryan reached into his pocked and took out a wallet.

"You dropped this yesterday Mr.Dildo. You went off before I could get the chance to give it to you." Ryan said while panting slightly.

"Thank god. I thought I lost it. All my ID's are in here. Thank you kid." the man said with much relief in his tone.

"You're welcome Mr.Dildo" he said with a smile before his bus arrived too and they both went off.

Ryan saw 'Mr.Dildo' dropping his wallet while getting into the bus and was about to call him before the bus took off. So, like a good citizen he took the wallet and kept it with him in the hopes of giving him the next day. Fortunately, he did otherwise it would have weighed on him like he stole it. He didn't snoop in the wallet because he knew the man would be at the bus stop next day. That's why he didn't know his real name. The man didn't seem to be offended at the name he gave him. The wallet must have been really important for the man to not notice such a racy name.

Ryan wanted to go on a search for a job after his shift which will be convenient for his school hours. But, he remembered his mother wanting him home early as she wanted to make dinner. Of course like a good son he refused to let her work and said he would do after he got home. But, his mother was having none of it and wanted him home early. He's not an idiot, he knew they were going to talk. He did all he could to avoid that talk saying he's busy or tired from the work. His mother completely understood him and gave him some space. Now she ran out of her patience it seems.

After reaching home, he was hesitant to even let his presence known as it would alert his mother and would bring out the inevitable conversation. He was sneaky as long as he can but Alas! his mother came and was about to start a conversation. When "I appreciate you trying to talk to me and make me understand or whatever but I need some time to get my head around it." was said.

"It's been almost 3 months Ry" she pleaded trying to make him understand.

"You had a year before that mom. Yet, you took your time. Isn't it at least proper to give me the time I needed? I am not asking you anything other than that. I wasn't angry with you. I held off every mean thing that was about to come out of my mouth. Can't you at least do this? After what you've done?"

Amanda doesn't know what to say to that. She's the one who is wrong and like her son asked she would give him the time he needed.